This is my attempt at writing and continuing to write a story... I have written a countless amount but I normally get bored or very busy with school and drop the project. At this point in my life, I am twenty years old, French, and I am studying Translation at the University of Ottawa. I'm hoping to also improve my writing skills with this story so it can help me and entertain you at the same time :)
I really hope you enjoy it and please comment with constructive criticism! If you don't like it, please tell me why but don't be a jerk about it. I'm doing this is improve myself first and foremost.
I don't have much written so far, but I have an idea of where I want to go with it. I should be able post on a regular basis, but once school starts I can't guarantee how long it will be between the posts. Also, note that my English corrector in Microsoft Word is set to Canadian English :) Therefore some words might seem wrong to you but they're actually right for me! Example: Honour rather than honor.
Enjoy!
Introduction
Banquets and exclusive social events had never been her forte. Often times she would act as a puppet, handled by the agile hand that was her husband's. She would smile, speak, and listen as told; but her heart and mind were never truly in it. Over the years she had grown bitter and reserved, which in returned passed her for a snob amongst the other high-society wizards. Narcissa Malfoy was a classic case of a trophy wife. She had gotten better at her role as time flew by, and had learned to master her skills. It was expected of her, after all.
Tonight, the Malfoy family was hosting a dinner party, in honour its youngest member, and heir, Draco Malfoy. He was twenty-years old today, Narcissa thought with a feeling of regret. How had time gone by so quickly? She remembered her twentieth birthday as clearly as if it were yesterday, and as she observed her only child's happy face, she wished she could have felt the same back then, too. Why hadn't her life gone by according to her desires, rather than those of her parents? By the age of twenty, she had already been betrothed to Lucius Malfoy, an overconfident prick whose hair shone brighter than his stone cold eyes, and expecting his faithful heir. Before that year, Narcissa thought her life had been perfect; before that year, Narcissa Black had known love.
The love she had experienced was like no other, and it was certainly a forbidden one. The man in question had been the most charming and entrancing person she had ever met. He was devilishly handsome, with exquisite blue eyes and dark scruffy hair, had good manners, and a daring sense of humour. He was everything she had ever dreamed of and more. His name was Philemon Bass, and he was a vampire.
As she observed her son, the only person she cherished more than herself, Narcissa tried to reassure herself by thinking that not everything had turned out so bad; but her entire being was screaming to her, resisting, because in her heart she knew that her entire life had gone to hell in one single day all those years ago...
Very short, but hopefully my upcoming posts will make up for it! This is more of a teaser post to see how many people are actually going to be interested in this story! :P
